Eames surveys his surroundings, taking in every last detail that he can. The stacks upon stacks of old magazines, the sink full of dirty coffee mugs, the meticulously folded laundry piled high on the couch. He takes it in, relishing in moments of Arthur. The last moments he’ll ever get.
He shouldn’t be here, he knows this. Knows Arthur would
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